Broken gem(s)

Broken gem(s)

She was walking by the street

cold and pale

she needed a woolen sheet

to keep away the hail.

 

She’d been then six

a poor, helpless orphan.

Her shiver in the cold wasn’t rare,

it was now seen quite often.

 

All that she had,

was a little red gem

inherited from her Dad,

it said "with love, for my lad"

 

Like his presence in his absence,

she always found him in the gem.

The emptiness it would cover,

That's how the loneliness was over.

 

That day felt, to be exceptionally cold

her body felt numb, she lost her grip.

The gem would break apart 

and a beat was skipped by her heart.

 

The man who stood across the lane, also startled by the sound and that’s when

a look at the pieces could tell him that they could earn

him, a considerably good sum.

To ashes the human inside him would burn.

Since, he decided to do that for the money

to steal a gem, gifted by a father to his honey.

 

Her sensitive hands joined to plead

to get hers back...stolen by the man ‘cause of his greed.

She tried her best to get it back, 

but that would only lead-

to eyes overflowing with tears 

and hands that would bleed…!

 

Fortune was out there,

on its walk too

that answers why people gathered

in a bulk, out of the blue.

 

The man held his hands back,

and ran for his life,

for, amongst the many faces spotted in the crowd

one belonged to his wife..!

 

...some pieces of red lay shattered,

some were buried in frost

each one she brought together

to bring back what was lost...

 

Wish somebody was there to get

her shattered pieces along too

‘cause under that same sky were not just one,

but two broken gems...whose cure was due…